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When the Lotus Blooms
They began playing the ensembles,Mahori music in loud rambles,in front yards of shops and homes,in improvised event halls are formed of sound and rhythm, yet to begin,the circles are yet to be seen,for Romvong comes after some catalyst,where dance steps… Continue reading
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My pen, The Galaxies and The Narrative
I say my truths! My eyes are open,if not heard, I scribe them with my sharp pen,though it is sharp, it does not kill,it does not hurt a home, it bends but won’t break will. It does not cost someone’s… Continue reading
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Courage to Speak: The Cost of Truth-Telling
there’s nothing to forgive, I live, I liveI do not regret speaking up, I giveI wasn’t loud, I kept it low,I sneaked out the battlecry, soft but so then it cost me all the decade work,it cost me my bread… Continue reading
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Love and Fear
The time has come to let you hearthe secret tunes I’ve held so near,the quiet plans beneath my tongue,the hidden truths I’ve softly sung. I want to go, to find my way,to grow beyond where we both stay,not always close,… Continue reading
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Sync and Zing
We dined with laughter, worries long gone,Where I was drawn in, included, carried along.They asked what I liked, with teasing and play,endless nonsense and my smiles brightened your day. It made you smile watching my laughter unfold,by the pool, playful… Continue reading
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A Year Journey
In January, we repair and reset,you made that declaration—it’s you and me, we are a duet. In February, I never count the value of Valentine’s Day,but a present arrived out of nowhere, drifting my way;I wondered quietly—why, and who could… Continue reading
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Out of the Frame
They gather close, adjusting clothes,fixing hair where soft light glows,faces checked, no shadows bend,each pose perfected to the end. Tap,click,flash! A photo sealed,laughter echoes, smiles revealed,they crowd around that silver gleam,a photo born, a frozen dream. But tell me, did… Continue reading
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A Time to Tear Down
We keep the memories,though the seasons change,though people move onand colors shift.The air has dancedwith cloud and raina dozen times in painted hues. I came to tell you:I haven’t yet leftthe place I said I would.Still, I knowsomething must change.… Continue reading
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A Cruise and A Smoke
Cheers, hellos, and heartfelt hugs,welcome aboard with bags and mugs.We set to sail through rain’s encore,a toast to life beneath the pour. Unpack the needs, ignite your drive,in seconds, rhythm comes alive.With taps and slides, with waves and sways,the beat… Continue reading
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When Love is patient…
“Leaders are born, not made” or “Leaders are made, not born”? I have simple experience in leadership, first in primary school as a member of Girls’ Scout. In middle school/high school, I have been a member of the Supreme Student’s… Continue reading
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